Dark-Hunters meet the Winchester's

Chapter 4

"I'm on the Highway to hell! dunduh! Highway to hell! dunduh!" Dean bopped his head to the beat, pounding his hand against the bar to the music.

His empty glass sat beside him along with two of the menacing panther brothers, whom he'd discovered where Devin and Pheonix Patakalis.

They ran the bar with their father, mother two other brothers and three sisters, they'd moved here after hurrican Katrina had ripped through to help restore the Sanctuary that had been run by the Peltier family.

Dean had also discovered that once they relaxed they were awesome to hang out with.

Devin poured another three glasses of whiskey.

Grinning they raised their glasses and skulled them down in one gulp.

"Ah..." Dean sighed and looked around.

"This is heaven right here, with my two buddies, a bottle of whiskey and ACDC playing in the back ground!" he grinned from ear to ear, the panthers laughed.

One looked at the clock a minute or so later.

"Whoops!" he chuckled in a deep voice, and nudged his brother Devin "We were meant to close up an hour ago!" he laughed, then tumbled off the chair, Dean and Nix burst into loud laughter before almost falling off their own stools.

"I suppose-" he took a breath and began again "I suppose I had better get back to my brother" he mumbled, the three of them cracked up again when he finished sliding off his stool and landed in a heap on the floor next to Nix.

The Panther brothers helped the unsteady Dean to his feet and , after locking the Sanctuary, they took Dean home, supported his drunken stumble through the streets of New Orleans singing TNT.

They reached the motel at two, the lights were out in the rooms, and only the flickering of the Neon light on the vacancy sign denoted to any life.

Dean ran his hand over the hood of his car, lovingly stroking the black metal.

"Man...I love this car" he muttered and collapsed on the hood to kiss it.

Devin and Nix let out a loud shout of laughter, Dean stood unsteadily and looked around pressing a finger to his lips.

"Ssshhhhh! my brother might be asleep!" he whispered then giggled, which caused the brothers to laugh again.

Dean stumbled up the steps and waved goodbye to his new friends as they meandered down the road back toward the club.

Fumbling with his keys he pulled out of the back pocket of his jeans, he unlocked the door and stumbled into the room, crashing against the wall as he turned to re-lock the door.

Sam lay sleeping on his bed, hair sticking out wildly in every direction. Dean tiptoed exaggeratedly around the room, stumbling every now and then, before he managed to strip down to his under wear and slip between the sheets.

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Dark eyes watched the motel room.

Ruby shook her head in amazed disbelief as she watched Dean's uncoordinated actions.

She couldn't wait til that jerk was toast.